The Psalms

I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me.

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.

I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah

Thou dost hold my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I consider the days of old, I remember the years long ago.

I commune with my heart in the night; I meditate and search my spirit:

"Will the Lord spurn for ever, and never again be favorable?

Has his steadfast love for ever ceased? Are his promises at an end for all time?

Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?" Selah

And I say, "It is my grief that the right hand of the Most High has changed."

I will call to mind the deeds of the LORD; yea, I will remember thy wonders of old.

I will meditate on all thy work, and muse on thy mighty deeds.

Thou art the God who workest wonders, who hast manifested thy might among the peoples.

Thou didst with thy arm redeem thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah

When the waters saw thee, O God, when the waters saw thee, they were afraid, yea, the deep trembled.

The clouds poured out water; the skies gave forth thunder; thy arrows flashed on every side.

The crash of thy thunder was in the whirlwind; thy lightnings lighted up the world; the earth trembled and shook.

Thy way was through the sea, thy path through the great waters; yet thy footprints were unseen.

Thou didst lead thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.